disappearing now, into silence and solitude and secret places, and to finish writing the new album. thank you for the warm and constructive support following my last post.  it’s been a catch-22 for many years now – with no record label or publicist or future interviews to set things straight, the only option i’ve had to correct misinformation about raised by swans has […]

not many who listen to raised by swans know this, but i’ve only ever written my songs alone – every part for every instrument, every word, every beat, every note and chord and sound.  from Codes and Secret Longing to No Ghostless Place to ‘sightings’ to Öxnadalur, everything you hear when you listen to those recordings – everything, spanning 17 years now, and […]

hopefully all of you know by now that even when it seems i’ve disappeared, i’m always working on new music.  i’ll never not be, actually, unless i’ve died.  this i can promise you.  i just prefer to stay quiet as i do. but i’m torn, because i also want to let you know what’s happening once in a […]

home, and feeling terribly disoriented and empty. not up for writing much, but want to say something important before too much time passes. i left for my European tour in early November thinking that it would essentially be a solitary adventure. that no matter who was around me now and then, or listening to me […]

left my CDs in Zupanja, Croatia. no way to get them back before the end of the tour. bought some blanks and will madly burn and handcraft a few in Točník. Bratislava, Slovakia an emotional show. enjoying the whirlwind (not literally ‘limping’, for those concerned about my last update, Zupanja just a tough set), but […]

somehow limped my way through my set in Zupanja, Croatia just now after driving 22 hours over the past two days (and flying for two) on four hours of sleep. a lovely welcome to town when my despised but sadly necessary GPS failed me yet again and an enthusiastic older man found me looking bewildered […]

thank you to the Bee Bop Cafe and all who made it out to the show. it was a wonderful night; the first of nine dates with Midas Fall. Plovdiv is a lovely, mysterious place, one of the oldest cities in the world, and the people here have been welcoming, generous and thoughtful from the […]

made it to Plovdiv, Bulgaria. a cozy club called the Bee Bop Cafe. first show with Midas Fall, who brought a little friend with them. hope to see you tonight. love, eric.

eyes still burning after an extended and tremendously emotional good-bye to Moscow, where i was treated with such open love and kindness that i feel i’ve left an enormous new family behind. so exhausted and stupid with heartache that i walked off a train without my suitcase in Austria where i’d arranged to have some […]

some experiences are too intimate, too fragile and beautiful, to be put into words. i don’t know what to say about last night that i didn’t already say to everyone in between songs, and after hugs, and handshakes, and the clanking of beer mugs. but i want to thank you anyway, formally, once more. thank […]